Hallowed Echoes

Endless loops of your voice replay

Like petals unfurling

In no particular order and all together

I’m drawn in, sweet nectar 

The words fill my ears creating imbalance in the Eustachian equilibrium 

Drunken and unable to comprehend their meaning 

But so familiar and… so good for that matter

A ringing tinnitus that only softens with my confusion

I return to fetal sleep, float in the sounds of these dreams

And in my wake

Smell the flowers to which you once tended 

Cerulean delicacy 

Fragile droplets leave the glimmer of salt 

The eyes will not feast while the heart hungers

As petals fallen to the ground will surely wither

I thought I was the ground awaiting your return

But I am the roots that will dry up

Long after your befallen beauty

©️ The Sad Owl

Sanctum

Sit alone in solemnity 

I wonder with gaze averted

The small portrait of a face no longer for this world

Smiles as you held my brother and me

Raised us, higher than the skies to where I now look

The stars dim as my dreams sit bright in the night sky from below

No questions of these hopes I had shared with you in secret

Every night we wished to see tomorrow, together

Life is not a measure of time but the distance that grows between people

Consciously immeasurable and…

Somewhat saddening

Delightful days pass in an instant

Bloom fragile and wilt dreadfully

Leaving me to wonder, what was it that I was looking for in the sky?

Was it still my dreams or hoping for signs that you were still somewhere?

© The Sad Owl

Silence is a Song

No music and no silhouettes, closing your eyes to find that peaceful sound of nothing at all. No images, no words to describe the surroundings or any figures, just nothing. Gentle breezes may whistle gently across the inner lobes of your ears and bounce off the prominence of your tragus to create a vacuum effect when it gets more violent, but this is still silence. The motion of the wind can also guide the direction of other things like the rain gently rapping at your open window. It gently taps as if to get your attention and although it is audible to you and even though your eyes are closed, you can still clearly see the image of those drops slowly descending to the window sill where it accumulates into its own small river flowing over the edge. This is in fact still silence.

As the grey clouds shift above and all the old aches and pains begin to throb, your body signalling the incoming storm, this too is silence. As you lie down to rest this weary body, wordless. The thoughts that cloud your mind as you try to resolve them with your inner voice speaking is too, silent. As you come to terms with the problems and obstacles that you face and decide that they are best left as tomorrow’s endeavor and your breathing steadies, you inevitably drift off into the dreams that spring forth from your subconscious. People you have met, things you have done and haven’t materialize before you. Words are clearly spoken and odd conversations take place that are either misconstrued memories, new and enlightening or pure nonsense. You could very well witness a duck that barks like a german shepard, or trees with no birds that still chirp and with all these sounds and images set before you, they are all in fact still silent as you breathe a steady rhythm with your eyes closed. Imperceptible to you is your soft snore that sometimes grows audibly loud, but not to you. The thunderstorm outside that has failed to wake you joins your labored breathing from the dream turned nightmare where a man in a bunny costume is chasing you through the woods as you yell for help, the reality that you cannot perceive around your still body is silence and to all others, your cries for help fall silent. It is quiet both inside and out.

The storm in all its majesty with loud commanding cracks that separate the sky. Torrential rains that fall relentless and seemingly never ending. They too shall pass. Like a song for all the things we hold inside that eventually come pouring out. It was as you lay there in tears wide awake, the muffled tones of your own cries let out as you tried to hold them back with a hand by your mouth. The mix of saliva and salty tasting nasal drip became your sound reasoning for finally letting out something akin to howling. There was never anybody to hear you but hearing yourself seemed far too horrifying. Was it not peaceful this silence? Was it not healing, demanding then frantic and finally disabling? Was it too much of nothing?

Finally you sleep, so serene in a dream, the dry pillars of salt push your lower eyelids up as you no longer have the weight of the world holding them down, the cloudiness and confusion wait to see the light as even dark clouds grow only to dissolve. For a moment in the dissonant solo that preceded, you could never tell that this was the encore for silence. A small clap emerged to congratulate you in your dreams and aspirations, for finally achieving internal peace and with tomorrow, words that would create their own song and harmony. The track that is silence can be one that is repeated and no one would ever know. Among all the chaos in this world it can be hard to hear sometimes.

© The Sad Owl

Drive Away

For as long as I can remember

I hated the way you drive

Aggressive

No respect for others

You hogged the road

And when others needed space

You showed no compassion

In all that time

I somehow got nowhere

You knew what was best

So did I

When the fork in the road came

I finally had my own vehicle

And a destination

Wherever you’re going

I don’t care

Who?

Through your eyes I see

The reflection of a silver microphone in a black screen

You said you wanted me

To say something about it

What was it that you wanted me to say

No image on the tv gave only the sound of silence

The only way I could talk to you

The gain turned up and the microphone created distortion

Granular sound that would grow so much so

That I couldn’t even hear your questions any longer

The noise of our surroundings drowning out the sound

In pain

You closed your eyes and now you could see me

Nothing